As Luhan got off the plane, he had already forced himself to smile and keep his angelic aura again. It wasn’t because he hated his fans – he loved them, – but he would get too tired with schedules and practices sometimes that he just wanted to wear a natural and real emotion – a tired one.

Pretending is harder than you think it is.

Getting his bag from the conveyor belt, he could see hordes of girls with their gigantic cameras snapping photos of him like crazy.

‘I love you, my dear fans, I really do, but my eyes need to rest too, so forgive me if I have to wear my sunglasses again – you really would not want to see those unglamorous dark circles and eye bags of mine.’

He smiled and waved at them while trying to walk as fast as possible. They zoomed their cameras on his face, and he was actually pretty scared that it would hit him, but he had to keep his cool. Walking towards the car, he lowered his head to keep away from the humongous lenses somehow. Finally inside the car, he exhaled deeply, finally feeling at peace.

After battling with the traffic jam, he finally reached home and he felt really good to be back. He missed his family, his friends, the simplicity of life and the neighborhood where he grew up. He could feel the nostalgia surging through his body and mind.

There were people who recognized him as he walked down the streets, but to his luck, they didn’t follow him around and they gave him the privacy and peace that he needs. Sure, they snapped photos of him, and he was fine with that. Maybe a few autographs and pictures with them would not hurt, too, as long as they didn’t bug him.

He was walking to the park that he used to go when he was in his early teenage years. It was where he used to play soccer with his friends. He closed his eyes and breathed in the fresh air, but the loud construction going on not far on the other side of the road was destroying the serenity of the atmosphere.

He looked to his right to watch the cranes go up and down and the construction workers working as hard as ever. There stood out a person, a girl in the middle of the construction site talking to what seemed like her colleagues. She stood out because she was the only girl on the site. He eyed her head to toe.

‘She could be a model.’

She was tall and slim and hair looked soft. The pants were hugging her slim and perfect long legs while her blouse was hanging onto her body perfectly; not too tight nor too loose, but perfect to define her assets.

‘She’s hot.’

He was unconsciously watching her talk to the man as if he could hear what they were talking about. She walked away from him and removed the helmet she was wearing and gave it to another guy. She walked out of the construction site, and when he finally saw the face of the owner of that godly body, he almost choked on his spit.

‘Jinah?!’

Her face was unique. A face that you could never forget once you see her. She had that pointy nose, small and kissable lips, doubled eyelid eyes, long and naturally curly lashes and her high cheekbones. Her eyes looked cold somehow. Her v-shaped face and her flawless skin. A face of an ulzzang and a body of a goddess. Undoubtedly, it was her. He stared at her more than he intended to. The girl he was checking out a while ago